Chapter 29 Collision Course

• The rain came down in sheets, turning the highway into a slick black mirror. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the *click-click-click* of my wipers syncing with the pounding in my skull. The USB burned in my pocket, its contents seared into my mind: *SG-27 trials. Dock 12. Midnight.*
• Adam had warned me to wait. To plan. But waiting felt like surrender, and I’d already lost too much to Sentinel’s games.
• The truck appeared out of nowhere.